Seven Years

{Chapter 1}

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{Serrated Bread Knife}

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"Oh hell no!"

"Maci! Watch your damn language!"

"Your such a fucking hypocrite!"

"MACI!"

"MOTHER!"

"Maci Rennae! Get your ass down those damn stairs or I swear to God your ass is grass!"

I knew I was in the dog house when she used my middle name but I still groaned purposely really loud to make sure she heard me and I knew she did when I trudged down the stairs and saw her disapproving look. Her eyebrows her pushing together and her eyes were set hard in a glare.

I plastered a fake smile on my face and got ready to hold my temper so I didn't punch this asshole in the face when he came inside.

You heard right I wanted to punch him in the face, scream, cut him balls off with a serrated bread knife, but at the same time I wanted to cry and rip my own hair out. I wanted to slam my bedroom door shut lock it and slide down it crawl into a ball and never leave.

Mom rolled her eyes and opened the door heading outside. I rolled my eyes right with her and tore my eyes away from the open window not wanting to see him.

The terrible thing is mom thinks I am overreacting. She thinks I should be happy he came back. She thinks I should run right into my arms. She said she understands that I hurt but it has been seven years. I should be over it. But guess what? I am not over it and it will take forever for me to get over it.

I don't know why Bentley and his mom are here now with his dad, brother and his dumbass dog.

I hoped Bentley had changed but I knew that dog wouldn't have. It was so stupid it ran into walls and fell over stumps.

Well the dog wasn't here but it was at his house, which was two houses down from me.

Great all I needed was a boy nextdoor. Kill me now instead of later.

I went into the kitchen to grab a drink.

I got out one of my favorite cups with a lid and a straw. I poured a glass of Diet Coke and put three ice cubes in it.

My little Yorkie Chewy started barking and heading to the door along with my big baby Silver Lab Bristol. Right up her ass was my French Bulldog Mr. Bonejangles. Yes I picked all of their names. Chewy is short for Chewbacca. It's great.

I knew what more like who they were barking at and decided not to follow them.

I was terrified.

The last time I saw Bentley I was crying on my front porch as I watched him get driven away.

He left me there with his favorite stuffed deer and left.

I loved him and he just left. I was ten then it was seven years ago. Some say I didn't know what love was but since you are born you know what love is.

Love is doing something for someone and not expecting anything back. Love is being scared to lose them. Love is just them.

You know what love is because you have your pets and your family. That is love. And I loved that fucker like I loved my dog back then Darby.

Then he just left me with no reason why.

I cried for a while right into Darby and that damn deer. Then I hated him and that damn deer. I even threw it in the trash.

Mom had found it and a week after I found it sitting on my bed.

It's like she read my mind because that day all I wanted was to walk home with Bentley and watch a scary movie.

I still hate him to be honest. I do but I still love him. That damn deer is still in my room setting on my nightstand to watch over my book I read before bed.

I took a sip of my drink drink through the dark blue straw and was getting ready to make the loop around the house avoiding the guests and sneak up to my room maybe die but a felt a presents behind me.

It scared me that I knew exactly who it was.

You would think after 7 years that something would change.

At least that's what I was hoping for, more like praying for.

Anything could be different, his hair, teeth, face, hell I would hope he would grow a few inches after 7 years.

Something needed to be different from that boy that left my 10 year old self crying on my doorstep.

I couldn't take it if something didn't change about him.

Probably all because I knew if something didn't change I would fall right back for him. I couldn't let that happen.

I couldn't let him kill me again.

"Hey." I took a tiny breath and swiveled around getting ready to let him have it. Let him hear what he did to me. How I couldn't forget about him like he had told me to. Tell him how many nights I missed him. I wanted to rip my phone out of my pocket and show him how many times I had called.

My voice was gone.

He was the exact same but everything was different.